Today I visited with my mother and given her present situation and physical state, age is quickly catching up to her. After I saw her, I was talking to my husband about old age and dying. I don’t want to be like my parents in old age. Once they retired from work, they would just stay at home. They didn’t go anywhere or do anything. They just went to the doctor and grocery store. Then they came home, watched TV, took care of bills, and kept house. It was almost like they were just spending time waiting around for this appointment with the grim reaper.
I want my old age to say that I am thankful for every minute of my stupid life. I want to be walking around and smiling, even if it hurts, until I can’t anymore. If I ever have to be immobile, then please God, don’t let it be too long.
I made a promise to God, and it has been the most important thing in my life for the last thirty years. Because of that promise, I have never let anxiety keep me from doing something. As I grow older, I am realizing that because of that promise, I also can let other things get in the way of letting myself experience life. When I get older it is going to be difficult and it will definitely be painful. (I already have the knees of an eighty-year-old!) Yet, I won’t let that stop me from experiencing the gift God has given me. For pain and challenge don’t have power over my life, only God has the power for I hold Him above all other gods. I have faith in God and only God.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
